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The agony has already decimated all that was good in me Tears already make dry and evaporated Fallen on the grave of our memories But the ashes are still present, cursed
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Quem sou eu? Eu não sei mais... Tudo que me vem são letras Elas formam palavras Que formam frases E que detalham o que sinto Eu sou emoções...
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